it's random.

Walking through the crowd and seems like everyone gives way to you, you felt as though you own the world, but yet you ain't happy.

Time never fails to impress me with its wonders, its mysterious, its irony.. Each time I look back, I sighed and I smiled. Each time I look forward, I anticipate and I fear.

I want to come and go like the air, sometimes a gentle breeze, sometimes a determined wind.

Nostalgic.